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The Future: I’m dying to know what you are going to say when the call comes. Practice on a banana, or a piece of corn. Ring, ring - hello?

good luck, Miranda

The Future: You keep waiting for them to cross the line so you can finally make your speech. But they never will. Stop rehearsing.

good luck,
Miranda

It’s time to move on.

The Future: Someone lies to you today. Try to help them out of their lie in a way that liberates both of you.

good luck,
Miranda

grett:

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lapizlibretaydivan:

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The Future: You want clarity and definition, but everything is up in the air today, like feathers. There is a certain levity this allows.

good luck,
Miranda

The Future: Before lunchtime set the stage for an uprising that will take place by 10PM. I’m being specific because you need to be specific.

good luck,
Miranda

I’m not even the anarchist type, let alone being the slightest influential, but okay. I’ll get the petrol and warpaint.

That is my problem with life; I rush through it, like I’m being chased. Even things whose whole point is slowness, like drinking relaxing tea. When I drink relaxing tea I suck it down as if I’m in a contest for who can drink relaxing tea the quickest.
- Miranda July, “The Man on the Stairs” (via copperoranges)

The Future: Today you must leap into a more INTERNATIONAL frame of mind. Your own provincialism is holding you back. AFRICA, for example.

good luck,
Miranda


Let’s get ambitious here and fly me off to the moon~

The Future: A lazy ghost is on your tail. Too bored to even boo you. Make yourself worth haunting; court darkness.

good luck,
Miranda

I wondered if I would spend the rest of my life inventing complicated ways to depress myself.
- Miranda July, No One Belongs Here More Than You (via sharoissharing)